Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“And where’s the sweet, little bitch who’s twisting your
head?” he asked. “Where is she?”
Winter.
I was suddenly glad she wasn’t here. Michael and Rika
were no match for GGabriel, but she was safer with them than
anyone if I wasn’t there.
“Your life was going to be blessed,” GGabriel told me. “All
the money and pussy you could ever want, and all you had to
do was follow a simple instruction.” His voice was eerily
calm. “It wasn’t even that hard.”
He stood up, and the muscles in my shoulders stretched
with someone holding my wrists behind me.
“I should’ve shipped your ass to Blackchurch ages ago,”
he said. “We can lock you up still, though, can’t we? GGive you
some time to think.”
And then his hand smacked across my face, the sting
something I was very used to. I gritted my teeth together.
“And I have all the time in the world,” he threatened.
No.
What the fuck did he mean?
“Maybe in a few weeks you’ll come around,” he mused.
And then to his men, “Bring him.”
A few weeks. What the fuck?
They stood me up, barefoot and shirtless, and tightened a
zip tie behind my back.
Everyone started to walk out, and I looked over at Crane,
jerking my chin, knowing he knew I was referring to Winter
and the dog and that he needed to take care of things.
But as everyone left, and the man behind me held on to
me, an arm suddenly coming around my neck as the guy in
back of me whispered in my ear.
“An eye for an eye, motherfucker,” he said.